the order of night
calls her wake
the moon glows on the planes
of her face
her eyes turn into silver
her breath turns into snow
she pulls back the arrow
and she lets go.
on her shoulders
is the weight of night
we are all strangers, are we not? [© 2014, silencieuse. All rights reserved] Daha Fazla
the order of night
calls her wake
the moon glows on the planes
of her face
her eyes turn into silver
her breath turns into snow
she pulls back the arrow
and she lets go.
on her shoulders
is the weight of night